I woke up with sweat clinging to my back, my cheek pressed against the cold pavement. My head throbbed with a sharp, pulsing pain, and for a moment, I couldn't remember where I was or what had happened.
Ah, that's right—I just got hit by an ambulance.
Shit. Of all the things I imagined might go wrong today, this wasn't on the list.
I was just on my way to the convenience store, craving some late-night munchies. It was supposed to be a quick trip—grab some chips, maybe a drink, and head back to binge-watch some anime. I wasn't paying attention. I crossed the street without looking, half-distracted by my phone, and that's when it happened.
Out of nowhere, an ambulance sped around the corner, sirens off, lights dark. I barely registered the flash of white and red before everything went black. And now, here I am—sprawled out like an idiot in the middle of the road, my head bleeding and my limbs limp.
"Quick! There he is—load him into the back, quickly!" someone shouted.
Ah, there they are. At least I don't have to wait for help to arrive—help already is here. I guess there's some dark irony in that.
I tried to move, but my body didn't respond. My vision swam in and out of focus. The flashing red lights danced above me, casting eerie shadows across the pavement. I felt hands grab me, trying to lift me.
Then suddenly, a mechanical whine cut through the air. A warning tone.BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
The ambulance started to roll backward.
"What the hell?" one of the paramedics shouted."WHO FORGOT TO PUT THE PARKING BRAKE ON?!"
I didn't even have the strength to scream. I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.
Ah, shit. I'm gonna die... I thought, staring up at the sky, helpless.My head's going to get crushed because some idiot forgot the damn parking brake.
The rear wheel loomed larger in my peripheral vision. I felt the pressure first—a weight pressing down on my skull, then a sharp, splitting pain that lanced through my entire body like lightning.
And just like that, everything went black.
His head was slowly crushed beneath the weight of the ambulance. A final, searing burst of pain flared through him, and then... silence. Darkness. Nothingness.
Finally, I regained my senses.
I was in a dark room. No windows. No sound. Just a single table in the middle with one lonely book resting on top.
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
A man stepped inside — tall, vague, completely unreadable.
Then he laughed.
"Hahahah! Dude... that has got to be one of the worst deaths I've ever seen. You totally had me going there for a second."
"Huh? Who the hell are you?"
"Why, I'm God, of course," he said casually. "Well — your god. In charge of your afterlife, anyway."
My brain barely had time to process that before he continued.
"Up here, we like to play a little game with people like you. You know the drill — give 'em powers, throw 'em into an anime world, see what happens. I'm sure you've read those kinds of stories, right?"
I blinked. "Yeah... yeah I have."
And honestly? I was getting hyped. This was every nerd's dream come true. I started imagining myself in all the worlds I could land in — a ninja in Konoha, a pirate in One Piece, maybe even a hero in My Hero Academia.
And then he said it.
"Tokyo Ghoul."
"...Huh??"
He smiled as a crack echoed through the room. It was the sound of my dreams breaking.
My expression must've looked like someone who'd just been told they had two weeks to live.
Because, in a way... I did.
It didn't matter if I was born human — I'd probably end up eaten by some eldritch horror.
And if I was born a ghoul?
I'd just be killed and eaten by other ghouls... or hunted down by some trigger-happy CCG investigator.
The best possible scenario was living in constant fear of being eaten.Wow. So cool. So exciting.
I stared blankly at the so-called "God," processing the hell I was about to be dropped into. He, on the other hand, was grinning like a game show host.
"Hey man, don't look so grim! I'm not just gonna drop you in there with nothing, y'know?" he said, casually waving his hand in the air like this was some kind of infomercial. "I'll at least give you... let's seeee..."
He squinted, pretending to think hard. I swear he was just making this up on the spot.
"Three skills! Or boons. Whatever you wanna call 'em."
Finally, something.
"I want the Sharingan."
"HAHHAHAHAHAH! No."
"Okay... what about Saiyan heritage?"
"Still no."
"Fine. The Lightning Fruit from One Piece!"
"NO."
I was getting desperate. "What can I have then?!"
"Good question."
...
He stared at me. I stared back.
"You're not allowed anything overpowered," he finally said. "Nothing inherently supernatural — so no breathing fire or nuking cities with your aura. That kind of stuff is out."
I sighed. Thought hard.
Then it hit me.
"I want all the abilities and talents of Yoriichi Tsugikuni from Demon Slayer."
He raised an eyebrow. "Ooh... good choice. Not bad at all."He snapped his fingers. "Done. See ya."
"Wait — WHAT?! NOW?!"
"Yes. Now. Bye."
Suddenly, my vision went black.I felt like I was falling.
And when I opened my eyes...I was staring at an unfamiliar ceiling.
Wow. So cool.A ceiling. Amazing. Life-changing.
I sat up in bed, expression deadpan. My brain still hadn't caught up with the whole "died and got isekai'd into Tokyo Ghoul" situation.
I stood and took a few cautious steps to the mirror across the room.
What greeted me was...A boy. Maybe sixteen. Black hair, clean cut. Asian features. A small mole resting just beneath one of his eyes.
I leaned in.
"Hmmm... am I Urie?"
The realization hit me like a kick to the ribs. Kuki Urie. A named character. A main-ish character.
Seriously? They couldn't just make me some nameless background NPC that fades into obscurity? I had to be someone who was somewhat integral to the plot? Someone with actual development and real stakes?
Fantastic.
I slumped back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling again — yeah, it was still just as cool — and let the weight of the situation crash into me.
My mind was racing. Agonizing. Trying to plan a thousand steps ahead with absolutely no clue what the next ten minutes held. Every noise outside the window — the city sounds, the voices, the dull roar of life — faded into a low hum.
I couldn't focus.
Because I knew what was coming. I knew the timeline. I knew the horror that this world carried. and i was screwed
Unless I suddenly turned into a gigachad who could effortlessly dismember and dispatch SSS-rated ghouls like he was slicing vegetables on a cooking show…Yeah. I was screwed.
Even with Yoriichi Tsugikuni's talents — god-tier swordsmanship, instincts sharper than the blade itself- it was still me at the end of the day.
Some normal dude.No battlefield experience.No scars. No trauma. No muscle memory from years of life-or-death situations.
Just... me. A guy who used to scroll through anime forums at 2AM and joke about how "I'd solo Tokyo Ghoul with plot armor and a cool sword."
Now?
Even if I had the talent and skills of Yoriichi Tsugikuni — the breathing, the swordsmanship, the instincts — what good were they if I didn't know how to use them?
This body didn't carry his experience.My mind didn't have his calm.My heart? Beating a mile a minute just thinking about encountering a D-rated ghoul, let alone an SSS one.
Power without control is just a shiny death sentence.And right now, all I had was raw potential sitting inside fear-soaked skin.
I wasn't a warrior. I was a cosplayer with cheat codes he didn't know how to activate.
And yet... if I didn't learn fast, I wouldn't even get a chance to die heroically.I'd just die.
And the worst part?
I was Urie. That meant pressure. Expectation. Trauma. Daddy issues. And eventually, a front-row seat to some of the most violent events in the series.
Cool. So cool.
I stared at my hands for a moment. They didn't feel like mine. Too soft. Too clean. Too… alive.
I had no sword. No training. Not even a single breathing form under my belt.All I had was potential. That, and a fast-approaching deadline called "you're gonna die unless you level up fast."
So I did what anyone in my position would do.
I got up.Looked out the window.
And whispered,"Alright. Time to figure out how to become a gigachad."